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There was much to consider. Perhaps he should grab a bottle of Old Mink and take Truman out surfing. Maybe he would know how to toss this bucket of kittens around. | There was much to consider. Perhaps he should grab a bottle of Old Mink and take Truman out surfing. Maybe he would know how to toss this bucket of kittens around. | ||
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===5280 Truman, Tom, & Bob=== | ===5280 Truman, Tom, & Bob=== | ||
| − | + | Swinging his guitar behind his back he looked around the growing green land. His decrepitude was gone from his fingers. His blind eye was clear and they focused like they hadn't in 30 years. His muscles felt young and strong and his pace was long. The blue jeans felt familiar but new. A leather jacket over a t-shirt was comfortable and worn in. His hair was lush and running a hand through it he felt that it was wild and unkempt and felt like the lovely locks of his youth. His beard was scruffy but never did grow much better. | |
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| − | Swinging his guitar behind his back he looked around the growing green land. His decrepitude was gone from his fingers. His blind eye was clear and they focused like they hadn't in | ||
Patting his shirt pocket for a pack of cigarettes he found a harmonica. Looking it over it he almost shed a tear because it was the one Pete Seeger gave him at Newport when he had lost his own. The cigarettes were rolled in his shirt sleeve. He should have known. Stopping to light one he swung the guitar around to tune it and strum a bit he found it to be one he had had back in '69 that Morrison had traded him for a bag of reefer. | Patting his shirt pocket for a pack of cigarettes he found a harmonica. Looking it over it he almost shed a tear because it was the one Pete Seeger gave him at Newport when he had lost his own. The cigarettes were rolled in his shirt sleeve. He should have known. Stopping to light one he swung the guitar around to tune it and strum a bit he found it to be one he had had back in '69 that Morrison had traded him for a bag of reefer. | ||
| − | He figured this must be death, heaven, hell, the summerlands, or some place north of Woodstock, New York. The last thing he remembered was the hospital. | + | He figured this must be death, heaven, hell, the summerlands, or some place north of Woodstock, New York. The last thing he remembered was the hospital. Repporters in the hallways and the lobbies, awaiting his death. Now, he was walking like a young man. |
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| − | + | B12, B12, and Out. | |
| + | Up ahead he saw a straw-topped boy sitting on a rock. He was picking on a Fender Stratocaster. He seemed to know his way around it well but for the life of him he could not place the face.. he should know it. Thin..In life he must have played with him. Sitting next to him was an acoustic guitar he couldn't quite see. | ||
Walking up the two met eyes for a moment. The youth looks aside a bit and asks, "I should know you? Shouldn't I?" | Walking up the two met eyes for a moment. The youth looks aside a bit and asks, "I should know you? Shouldn't I?" | ||
| − | The first man nods, " I think so too.. but.. I was in a hospital.. Then.. I was here. | + | The first man nods, " I think so too.. but.. I was in a hospital.. Then.. I was here." |
"I was on my bed at home I think. My knees were killing me. I was...going to have surgery... I think I overdosed. Then I was here. My two favorite guitars.. Both out of tune of course.." | "I was on my bed at home I think. My knees were killing me. I was...going to have surgery... I think I overdosed. Then I was here. My two favorite guitars.. Both out of tune of course.." | ||
| − | Looking up, the boy says, "So we must be dead, and this is the road to hell?" | + | Looking up, the boy says, "So we must be dead, and this is the road to hell?" The first man nods, "I suppose. But I expected more harps or horns. Clouds, maybe a demon or two.." |
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| − | The first man nods, "I suppose. But I expected more harps or horns. Clouds, maybe a demon or two.." | ||
| − | A voice from beyond them says, "Nope...This is the road to Mandalay. I was asked by the boss there to get you both and bring you in. You were both on the threshold of death and both, in your personal universes, had a total disbelief in an afterlife. That combination often picks icons like yourselves from the vasty of shadow and delivers you here to the Vale of Song. In the infinity of creation there are millions, billions of each of you with variations in each of the worlds. You are only two people in a lot of those worlds where the different distinctions between the worlds had nothing to do with you. You both had long storied careers and your memories will come back | + | A voice from beyond them says, "Nope...This is the road to Mandalay. I was asked by the boss there to get you both and bring you in. You were both on the threshold of death and both, in your personal universes, had a total disbelief in an afterlife. That combination often picks icons like yourselves from the vasty of shadow and delivers you here to the Vale of Song. In the infinity of creation there are millions, billions of each of you with variations in each of the worlds. You are only two people in a lot of those worlds where the different distinctions between the worlds had nothing to do with you. You both had long storied careers and your memories will come back soo. But in each of your worlds something different happened." |
Pointing to the first man he says, "In your world a bolt of lightning struck a man in Scotland in 1527." Pointing to the kid, "In yours an archer killed knight templar in 1202. So nothing having to do with you caused splits in the universe. I know, I know.. its confusing. But so it goes. You guys were famous and had no expectations of an an afterlife while in billions of worlds you were famous and did have expectations of an afterlife. Its called the "[[If I'd died without hope of grace clause]]. The boss will explain it, I promise. I'm just doing him a favor, I don't serve him per se. I'm here to take you to meet him. I promise the beer is cold and the sound is hot. You won't believe the band the man has. " | Pointing to the first man he says, "In your world a bolt of lightning struck a man in Scotland in 1527." Pointing to the kid, "In yours an archer killed knight templar in 1202. So nothing having to do with you caused splits in the universe. I know, I know.. its confusing. But so it goes. You guys were famous and had no expectations of an an afterlife while in billions of worlds you were famous and did have expectations of an afterlife. Its called the "[[If I'd died without hope of grace clause]]. The boss will explain it, I promise. I'm just doing him a favor, I don't serve him per se. I'm here to take you to meet him. I promise the beer is cold and the sound is hot. You won't believe the band the man has. " | ||
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The scruffy man asks, "Do you have a name or shall I just call you Beelzebub? I'm fairly lost but this doesn't look like Clarksdale, Mississippi." | The scruffy man asks, "Do you have a name or shall I just call you Beelzebub? I'm fairly lost but this doesn't look like Clarksdale, Mississippi." | ||
| − | "Its not, nor am I the devil | + | "Its not, nor am I the devil." He says, extending his hand. "I'm Truman of Amber and I'm taking you to meet Adrian of Mandalay." |
The scruffy man shakes his hand, "Robert Zimmerman." | The scruffy man shakes his hand, "Robert Zimmerman." | ||
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The kid shakes his hand next, "Tommy Petty." | The kid shakes his hand next, "Tommy Petty." | ||
| − | Nodding, with a smile, | + | Nodding, with a smile, he slings his own guitar around, and strums, starting a familiar tune. |
"Come along Tom, Bob, I think you are going to like Mandalay. " | "Come along Tom, Bob, I think you are going to like Mandalay. " | ||
